We're going to leave tomorrow, and I'm nowhere near ready. In fact, I ought to be packing right now instead of setting up a new blog. Edie has no clue that an adventure awaits her. She's just lying on the rug near my feet. I like to think that she's just happy being with me, but somehow I suspect she's just waiting for me to go to bed so she can climb up on the couch where she likes to sleep even though she knows that she is not allowed to be there. So loving. So sneaky.
I somehow think I've managed to do just about everything I need to do to leave school tomorrow. The report cards are finished, the parents thanked, and hugs and goodbyes and thank yous have been freely exchanged. I always feel like the end of the year is rushed, and this year seemed particularly so with the play. Still, I felt good when we read our science fiction stories today. Most of them were really quite good; some, like Daniel's and Angelo's, were pretty funny, too.
I guess the plan is to get me from school around noon tomorrow and head on up the coast to about San Luis. We'll be in San Francisco Friday night.
